In borrowed cities
We take off our masks
We ironically wear home

I will always find thrill
In remembering when your
Lips are on mine and
Our bodies intertwined

I will always find warmth
In remembering your
Touch that gives me
So much comfort and
Your arms which are my home

I will always find shivers
In remembering you
Holding my hand and how
Your thumb draws endless
Circles on my skin

And I will always find longing
In remembering those moments
With you

I try to be in the moment
But, lately, I see myself somewhere else:
Not here,
Not here,
Not here.

I try to see what there really is to see
But, lately, I find myself seeing
Ones that are not here:
You,
You,
You.